Ozark Grace

For me, life is fairly simple: love God, love your neighbor, do your art. As a Christian, my first priority is loving God, and I believe a part of loving Him is being grateful for what He's given us. Here in the Ozarks, we have much to appreciate and enjoy. And so this blog attempts to do a little of this: appreciate God's wonders, and share them with you, my neighbors.

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Saturday, November 11, 2017

As the Deer

As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.

Psalm 42:1

Click here for the song Karen referred to; I love it, too.

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Posted by Connie Smiley at Saturday, November 11, 2017

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